It is with some relief that
we realise that next week will be our last week of thrice weekly trips into the
hospital. We’re both pretty exhausted.
I seem to be doing better now. That one
night of decent sleep has done much to restore me. The Fox, though, has been
trying to do extra to spare me, with the result he’s even more tired. We’re contemplating
a few days away at the end of it all, just to recover. Hopefully a few days of
sleep away from our daily worries & chores as much as anything else. We’ve
yet to decide where or arrange anything.
Meanwhile Christmas seems
to be dominating the scene around here.
On the way back from the
hospital last week, we noticed an enormous inflated Santa. When we got nearer
we discovered he was accompanied by other Santas, one almost as tall as the two
storey house it leaned against. Others climbed the roof. Reindeer framed
windows. Snowmen bounced around. All a bit over the top.
This week we noticed the
huge Santa was gone. The inflatables had thinned out. We later learnt it was
the result of vandalism. I have to confess I’d had the urge to find a huge hat
pin & prick the lot. Some teenagers had not shown my restraint. The
inflatables are already beginning to proliferate.
Since then I’ve noticed more
& more houses have their Christmas trees up. The golf club & local pub
are both disappearing under garlands, twinkling lights & glittery balls. I
can understand commercial businesses, shops and the like, feeling the need to start
early & hopefully get people into the Christmas spirit & splashing out.
Private homes are another thing. We’re still in December. It’s not even Advent,
let alone Christmas. It will be a while before we start decorating the house.
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